Flint Red

For Chen Cheng, thirty means interest—the interest rate.
From 3,000, to 100,000, to a million, to ten million, and then to over a hundred million...
An ever-increasing amount of principal, an endless stream of interest.
With money generating money, compounded interest calculations made Chen Cheng exclaim:
This money can't be spent! Absolutely can't be spent! For a lifetime, I can't finish spending it!

Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely

"Professor Zhang, do you have some free time later? Let's grab a quick lunch together," Wen Shulin stood up to take his leave.


Zhang Jingsong waved his hand, "Some other time. With Xiao Chen as our connection, there will be plenty of opportunities for us to meet in the future."


Upon hearing this, Wen Shulin picked up the gift from beside the sofa and placed it on the table.


"Here are some tea leaves and snacks," Wen Shulin said with a smile, "I hope you like them."


Zhang Jingsong glanced at the gift, then looked up at Wen Shulin, hesitant.


These gifts were fundamentally different from those his son-in-law gave him.


Chen Cheng: "Uncle Zhang, please accept them. It's a token of appreciation from Miss Wen, and not expensive."


"It's just some staple food tea and snacks from Rice Fragrance Village," Wen Shulin dispelled Zhang Jingsong's concerns.


"Alright then, I'll accept it. But don't set a precedent," Zhang Jingsong said with a smile.


Chapter 115 Beautiful Auntie, Goodbye